My home is there, far away
Far, far, far away.
You ought to go there,
My stray heart!
There, far away, home home.
During a strange night,
In the autumn rain,
When sorrow’s cool breeze
Chilled me to the bone,
In my spacious home
I heard the shriek of wild geese,
Who just came flying.
My home is far away there.
There are no people in bamboo,
In bamboo I sit alone.
Here I play softly my lute,
Or whistle my favorite tune.
Who, tell me, good people, who knows,
Where I sit alone and lonely,
Alone in bamboo
And gazing through a bamboo
At the rising silver of the lune.
From murky ocean the moon is rising
Now blooming in a distant land.
Love bemoans its futile dream .
Love bemoans its dream waiting for the eve to come.
Brighter the moon gleams on my sorrow.
I’m donning a night garment,
For the hoarfrost is cold.
Hands, my hands!
How empty you are,
Unable to express it all,
Express it all!
O sleep, give me a dream,
A dream about my return home.
My return home!
O sleep, unable to give me a dream:
My longing awakens me always.
Bamboo is swaying in the wind,
On a rock rested the moon.
And the high flying wild duck
Overshadowed the quivering Milky Way.
I think of our reunion,
Our reunion,
As dreams pass by my eyelids,
Dreams pass by my eyelids.
And while I sing joyfully
While I sing joyfully,
Chatter of magpies awakens a new day,
Awakens a new day!
La, la, la, la…